Tuesday, October 08, 2013
I stepped on the scale today and was down another three pounds. That's 14 pounds since the beginning of August. That's crazy, isn't it? And I have not been the world's most perfect dieter either. I have had birthday cake and beer and bbq and a couple of days where I drank enough wine float a boat. And still I've lost. I've been in my calorie range most weeks, but not all, and I've worked out sometimes, but not as religiously as I have in the past.
I'm not sure why it's easy right now. It's fun to look at my little graph and see the line plummet down so quickly, but even while I enjoy it, I know it's not realistic. If I set the tracker for the past year instead of just a few months, I can see my weight bounce around a little, but mostly it's a flat line. If my weight loss graph was a heart monitor, I'd have been dead months ago.
I know that in a month or two I will be moaning about how hard it is, about how the scale never moves; so right now I am just going to enjoy it.